Текстове на песни: Mahalia Jackson. Gospels, Spirituals & Hymns. City Called Heaven.

I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow
And I'm left in this whole wide world
I'm left in this world alone
I have no hope for tomorrow, Lord
But I'm trying to make heaven, Lord, my home, my home

Well, sometimes, I am gonna fall, Lord

And I'm driven, sometimes, I'm your child
I don't know which way I can run, yes I can run
But I've heard of a city called heaven
And I'm striving to make heaven my home